Guido seemed to calm a bit as the other left, just a bit. He was still craving his blood— he still had the urge to bust through the door and drink every bit of Giorno’s blood— but he didn’t. At least not yet. And he wouldn’t.
As the blonde returned with cup at hand, Mista couldn’t help but stare at the cup in shock. He wanted him to drink? He’d done this for him?
Reluctant at first, Mista eventually took the cup, drinking down it’s contents. The taste, it truly was grand. It was mesmerizing and he soon found himself a slave to it.
Once he was done with his drink he moved closer to Giorno, pinning him down before digging his fangs into his neck.
【 ✮ 】— As he saw the other’s hand grabbing the offered cup, Giorno couldn’t help but let out a smile of relief. Thank God he decided to drink it. Thank God his plan worked, and a bit of blood could finally sate the gunner’s hunger.
—But of course, now it wasn’t enough.
— And yet, Giorno welcomed the other’s body pinning him down with a smile, moving his neck a little bit more to allow the other’s fangs to sink him –inside him, inside his flesh, boiling blood flooding the other’s lips and tongue.
— « Ahn —G-Guido…! » He moaned, back arching a little, chest grinding against the other’s.
